the sound of water may always be the sound of water
the sound of wind, wind
but the sound of silence is always . . . not
you know this
listen to
that nothingness and then describe it
a whistle or a plop
it’s not
still
it’s so familiar
I carry it with me wherever I go
one note already so high it’s beyond hearing
moving higher infinitely to the next higher note above
the pin point center of a clear helium balloon rising forever
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Today’s word is
silence
Use it in a piece, or to inspire a piece, of writing. Then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )
Lanning Lee 